SHE

07.She
she is the flame, and she is the blame.
she is the gain, and she is the pain.
she's running, she's searching
through all the golden mountains.
she's aching, she's waiting
for the one could really be sure
she's trying, she's collecting
all the diamonds in the street.
she's taking and she's dancing
with the devils rushing away.

she is my name, and she is my pain.
she is my fame, and she is my gain.
she's running, she's searching
through all the golden mountains.
she's aching, she's waiting
for the one could really be sure.
she's trying, she's collecting
all the diamonds in the street.
she's taking and she's dancing
with the devils rushing away.

she's running, she's searching
through all the golden mountains.
she's aching, she's waiting
for the one could really be sure.

Hopscotch's songs hover over the city lines, drift with the clouds, and crash like a rocket into your heart.
they burn like a comet and dive into oceans, sometimes searching the past, often blind to the future.